The Boneless and The beast

Chapter 4: a split between brothers

(little smut and I guess for play)

Fiadh POV

It has been sometimes since the battle against King Aelle, floki has left this life with the sons of Ragnar and life in Kattegat because his lover Helga has passed, he said there was nothing left here for him. I and many others could tell Ivar was saddened by this and since then his has become more and more unhinged but still able to strategies against the Saxons while we were in York. I must admit if there's anyone that can create such an almighty strike against the Christians...its him. My people that were taken as slaves were left back in Kattegat but yet again Ivar kept me with him, even though he now has some body guards, I feel like a guard dog....in the literal sense sometimes. I did get to get some attacks in at York, my claws tore straight through those helmets of there's, I even crushed one or two skulls. Normally I'm not this violent and during fighting I have to keep my pulse down or I might shift. I mean I always could of because I'd look just like any dog roaming the streets, so I did I shifted, my fur covered in blood and mud, I tore into the British soldiers they were still some what alive.

~back to the battle of York~
(The time when Ivar is yelling "you can't kill me!")

I've shifted and they think I am just stray dog wondering the streets looking for scraps. I would snap and snarl at those that'd come near me not many would as I'd let my eyes glow and they'd think I was a demon or some kind.
Soon I heard Ivar yelling, I could smell the blood he hand on him and I could smell his anger which often radiated off of him a lot of the time, I ran towards it appearing a few from him, our eye met my eyes where bright colbolt blue and I was about to go to him but there's was this tall dark haired man who looked to be a holy Christian man but not, he had caught Ivar's attention too, he had his sword pointed at him then other British soldiers and Vikings clashed ounce again.

~now~

It's been a long journey since York and we are now heading to....to.."where we going again?" I asked poking Hvitserk who hasn't spoken since he sided with Ivar and let Ubbe sail back to Kattegat. "To Vestfold, it belongs to King Harald, Ivar wishes to get Kattegat back from largatha as she killed our mother" he explained. I nodded understanding, I was really thirsty so I got up to get some water from the barrel we had on board but my cup was smacked out of my hand by Sigurd and my head is pushed into the barrel of water. "This is for trying to kill me you little whore!" I heard him yell through water, I gripped onto the edges of the barrel, my hands on the otherside trying to push him off me, I had my claws out to help and eventually my head is pulled from the water, I gasped for air while my now soaked getting in my face, I was moved away from the barrel and placed my hand on the floor in front of me away from view. "Fiadh?..are you ok Fiadh?" I heard hvitserk saying, I took a deep breath a couple times calm myself then turned back to hvitserk, he moved the hair from my face. "I apologise for Sigurd actions but it was to be expected as you did try to take his life"
After a while the boat docked in vestfold, I could instantly smell all the Dead Sea animals, their guts spilled on the ground but honestly I was really hungry still, looks like scraps again for dinner.

(ik in the show Sigurd is dead by now, chill)

Ivar POV

I saw it, black fur and glowing blue eyes like Fiadh said and now this bishop heachmund is with well I should hope he is with us, I'll have to test him. I've thought more and more about Floki since he left and his suspicions of Fiadh. There must be some truth them, I've seen what this Mac Tíre can do to men both Norsemen and English, hvitserk saw strange markings on the barrel after Sigurd tried to drown her as a punishment for trying to kill him. "What do you know of the old Norse legend of werewolves? Floki thinks the Mac Tíre spirit those Irish people spoke of is one. Do you know of ways to lure it out? Our soldiers were killed and attacked by it in Ierland and even while in England after the battle against King Aelle and I even saw it in York. It's following us" I say while I sat with King Harlad as we ate dinner, Fiadh was serving us with the other slaves and thralls. "Hmmm, a werewolf you say? We have many story's about them Ivar, wolfsbane is good way to reveal the wolf but it grows in northern Norway" King Harlad said before taking a sip of his ale.